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O, how I faint when I of you do write,
啊，一面寫頌詩，一面滿懷凄涼，
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
因為另一名高手也在把你歌唱。
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
為了贊美你他不惜搜索枯腸，
To make me tongue-tied, speaking of your fame!
要使我鉗口結舌、頹筆無光。
But since your worth, wide as the ocean is,
但既然你的德行廣若四海，
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
當容得小船大舶共水同航；
My saucy bark inferior far to his
我這輕舟雖萬難與其艨艟比量，
On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
又何妨隨意駛進你海闊天長。
Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
你有淺處可令我戲波其上，
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
亦有深處可供他縱馬松韁。
Or being wreck'd, I am a worthless boat,
偶遇不測，我只是扁舟一葉不須惜，
He of tall building and of goodly pride:
他卻是巨艦宏構，帆重桅高價高昂。
Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
他日里，假如是他得寵我遭放，
The worst was this; my love was my decay.
最壞不過此下場：我愛使我亡。
